"Aah-!"
Thud.
Wei Junlan kicked over the furnishings in the room, sweeping everything off the tables and chairs onto the floor.
Wei Junlan's slender hands clawed desperately at the scales on his face. Xuanzhu and Little Minghui each took one side, but neither could restrain his hands. The man who had been so weak moments ago now possessed boundless strength, flinging the two unprepared women away.
Xuanzhu slammed into a stool, a burning pain spreading across her back. She tried to get up, only to discover that she had struck her ankle against something and sprained it. Struggling to rise, she said, "He'll hurt himself."
Qian Wanyu caught Dongfang Minghui securely. Seeing that Wei Junlan had torn the scales off his face, ripping away skin and flesh in a bloody mess, she lashed out with the Water-Thunder Whip before his other hand could claw at him. She bound his wrist and forcibly dragged him in front of her, twisted his arm behind his back, then used her Immortal-Binding Rope to lock both his hands firmly in place.
"Aah, aah-!"
Like a madman, Wei Junlan smashed his head against the wall over and over, battering himself until his head bled.
"Stop him!"
Qian Wanyu seized him by the nape and pulled him away, but he struggled free without a care, charging straight toward the corner of the table he had overturned. The corner was made of bamboo; if he struck it like this, he might lose an eye. Without thinking, Little Minghui lunged forward to block him, and the impact sent her hurtling toward the bamboo corner.
Qian Wanyu's pupils contracted sharply. Her whip swept around the table corner a moment sooner and hurled it outside the door. Her hand trembled despite herself.
His head knocked Little Minghui to the floor.